Can I show you something brighter than a smile,
like the thorns on a crown on the head of a King whose might
needs no bow,
whose words need no sound?
Can I show you something deeper
than your weekend turn up,
something cheaper than money spent to forget,
realer than drunken laughter and sex without your soul’s consent?
Can I show you?
I can't just tell you,
I will never have the words.
I can't just gift-wrap or sell it to you,
and it would be too costly
for you to receive it before you were ready to believe.
So will you let me show you?
I won’t hold you,
I won’t force you.